Tonight, we’re turning the dial to 11, diving straight into the static hum of the afterlife and tuning into real encounters—stories of voices from beyond. These are messages from the other side, and they’re anything but gentle whispers in the dark.

These stories don’t just give you chills—they bring receipts. Eyewitnesses, recordings, newspaper reports, court records. These voices came back for a reason—some to set the record straight, some to deliver warnings, others to make sure justice was served.

Welcome back to the show everyone. We're talking about bigfoot today it's been a while (s'been awhile) since the big man has made an appearance on the show, and we figured it's time. Sit back, kick your feet up, and enjoy the smooth stylings of Christian as he spins us a yarn. Ever heard of Rock Apes? Rotting Mangoes?

I think it's clear at this point that I didn't write out a video description beforehand. That's my bad. It's an episode on bigfoot stories, mmk?

Picture a quiet Scottish village, Currie, nestled under the shadow of the Pentland Hills, where the wind carries whispers older than the stones. It’s March 20, 1833, and a child is born—pale, fragile, with eyes that seem to pierce the veil of the ordinary. His cradle rocks in the night, though no hand touches it, and the villagers cross themselves, murmuring of curses or gifts too strange to name.

His mother, a seer, sees light around him, a glow that promises wonders—or warns of something darker. This is no ordinary boy, but a question mark in human form, destined to step beyond the edges of what we know, into a realm where furniture dances and shadows speak.

His name is Daniel Dunglas Home, and his life is a door ajar, inviting us to peer into the unknown—

Tonight, we’re diving headfirst into four mysteries that have baffled and tormented curious minds for decades—maybe even centuries. The Taos Hum, the Tunguska Event, strange disappearances in national parks, and the elusive phenomenon of ball lightning. These aren’t just weird stories; they’re reality-warping riddles. A low, maddening hum that refuses to be traced. A blast so massive it leveled a forest without a trace of impact. Hikers who step off the trail and simply cease to exist. And eerie, glowing orbs that flicker through storms like something out of a fever dream

The air hums with peace, love, and revolution—until it doesn’t. A string of brutal murders rips through the city, orchestrated by a man with wild eyes and a twisted gospel: Charles Manson.

The CIA. The FBI. MKUltra. Mind control. Cults. Conspiracy. These aren’t just buzzwords—they’re threads in a tapestry so dark, so tangled, it has haunted investigators for decades.

imagine the stories—hundreds of them, whispered over decades. A woman found in her kitchen, nothing but a pile of soot and a single unburned foot, the stove cold as stone. A farmer in his field, charred to nothing while the grass around him stays green. No screams, no smoke, just silence and a lingering smell of something wrong. Scientists scramble for answers—chemical reactions, freak accidents—but the truth slips through their fingers like ash in the wind